I sat at Starbucks listening to a woman pour out her heart of pain. We met to discuss her business that she wanted me to hear about, and yet, our conversation was only business talk for about 10 minutes. The rest of the two hours I listened, and as I heard the Holy Spirit reveal things she needed to hear, I would speak them to her. She would weep and tell me, "I needed to hear that." As our conversation continued I tried to encourage her that God is with her through her pain, and He always brings good out of bad in His timing and for His glory.
As I left our little meeting(and I don't take those encounters lightly), the Lord reminded me of Him awaking me a couple of days before at 3:33 am as He impressed me to take to heart Jeremiah 33:3. I arose from my bed and reached for my Bible on my nightstand quickly turning to the scripture. This is my invitation to miracles that He is doing all around me and others! He is wanting to restore our nation, our families and He will do it, if we will allow Him, one person at a time!
Are you looking for miracles to take place in your life? They are there! We must believe! God said through the weeping prophet, Jeremiah, "Call to Me, and I will answer you, and show you great and mighty things, which you do not know" (Jeremiah 33:3). I did not know when I had this business meeting set at Starbucks that God had something else in mind. It wasn't geared for our business. . . it was all about His business! I love that! I had the most glorious time just sharing Jesus and His availability to us! He's waiting for us to call on Him. As we wait. . . He will reveal, and miracles will happen!
Looking forward,
Peggy
Thursday, August 5, 2010
Wednesday, August 4, 2010
See the Glory!
Although my first post was about things that I remember when . . ., my purpose for blogging is to reveal, hopefully, and to stir up my readers to see the streams of God's glory that is all around us.
I can look back and see where God has brought me from. Possibly, you can too. Oh, that we would be thankful for where we are today. When I was growing up, I did not know that I was poor. I did not know that I had a bad childhood. I believe that my parents thought they were doing the best they could, and I certainly do not blame them for my childhood sadness. I am thankful God's grace and glory was hovering over me and my family, although we were not aware of God's presence. We just hoped to get through the day.
What I do want to focus on is God's presence and His glory that is available to us today. It's always been available, and now is the time to recognize Him, His character and nature.
So, as I continue to record my thoughts, I hope you will stay connected to Him and to this Blog to see where God takes us! It certainly will be interesting.
You can also connect with me at http://www.peggyteague.com
Until Next Time,
Fervently His,
Peggy
I can look back and see where God has brought me from. Possibly, you can too. Oh, that we would be thankful for where we are today. When I was growing up, I did not know that I was poor. I did not know that I had a bad childhood. I believe that my parents thought they were doing the best they could, and I certainly do not blame them for my childhood sadness. I am thankful God's grace and glory was hovering over me and my family, although we were not aware of God's presence. We just hoped to get through the day.
What I do want to focus on is God's presence and His glory that is available to us today. It's always been available, and now is the time to recognize Him, His character and nature.
So, as I continue to record my thoughts, I hope you will stay connected to Him and to this Blog to see where God takes us! It certainly will be interesting.
You can also connect with me at http://www.peggyteague.com
Until Next Time,
Fervently His,
Peggy
I Remember When . . .
I had the privilege of staying in my childhood homeplace last week. As I lay in that guest bed, I began to reminisce. Every crevice and corner was filled with good and bad memories.
My dad built the one bedroom home when I was two years old. It was an old chicken coop. He was a carpenter. He took that old chicken coop, added a floor and a roof, and divided it into two rooms. One was the kitchen and the other half was the one and only bedroom. We had two iron bedsteads in that room. Mother and daddy slept in one bed and my older brother, older sister, myself, and a younger brother slept in the other bed. My, talk about challenges, we had them.
I remember most of the last 66 years. Many memories. Many books to write.
I remember daddy chasing me and my brother, Johnny, around the house because he was going to spank us for something we did wrong. He caught Johnny, but I hid under the cool shade of the house where the tators from our garden stayed until we were ready to eat them.
I got my first tooth fairy visit. We only got a nickel from the tooth fairy that was placed under our pillow during the night.
I had my first kiss in the front yard.
I learned how to cook in that kitchen. I cleaned floors, washed windows and woodwork many times. I was a third of six children and there was always work to be done.
We did have some fun times. I remember mother ironing in the dining room while my sister, Viola, and I played paper dolls at the dining room table. There was a time when mom played jacks with us on our small front porch because it was the only place we had to bounce a ball.
I remember a huge garden in the back yard, and a clothesline that mother always hung out the washing; that's not how we say that today. Today we call it "laundry."
I remember the old Out House known to some as the outside toilet. I remember climbing up on top of the Out House to listen to the local drive-in movie theater close by, but we lived just far enough away that we could not see the screen. I remember daddy installing our first and only bathroom plumbing.
When I was growing up we walked almost everywhere. I never road a bus until I was in my teens. I remember only reading about milk shakes, malts, sundaes, and soda. I was 13 when I tasted my first milk shake. What memories in the soda shop!
I remember when I walked two blocks from home to our church for Vacation Bible School. Oh, how I loved church, and oh, how I loved Jesus. I was 10 years old when I asked Jesus to come into my heart at Vacation Bible School. I was so happy that I had to hurry home to tell mother what I did! I remember as I walked home with my siblings I could feel the dirt on the road going between my toes. You see, when we were not in school - when it was summer time, we always went barefooted. That dirt felt real cool to my feet that day as I hurried home to tell Mother "I asked Jesus into my heart!"
I had my one and only birthday party in that homeplace; my 16th birthday.
I was married in that house. That was very special to me.
I had my first childbirth labor pains there. I had my second and third childbirth labor pains there. My fourth and final childbirth labor pains was when my husband and I purchased our first little home to raise our four wonderful children.
A lot of firsts! Yes, I remember when . . . I could go on for days, maybe even years. Most of all, as I look back I'm thankful for the grace of God in my life in the good times and bad.
My dad built the one bedroom home when I was two years old. It was an old chicken coop. He was a carpenter. He took that old chicken coop, added a floor and a roof, and divided it into two rooms. One was the kitchen and the other half was the one and only bedroom. We had two iron bedsteads in that room. Mother and daddy slept in one bed and my older brother, older sister, myself, and a younger brother slept in the other bed. My, talk about challenges, we had them.
I remember most of the last 66 years. Many memories. Many books to write.
I remember daddy chasing me and my brother, Johnny, around the house because he was going to spank us for something we did wrong. He caught Johnny, but I hid under the cool shade of the house where the tators from our garden stayed until we were ready to eat them.
I got my first tooth fairy visit. We only got a nickel from the tooth fairy that was placed under our pillow during the night.
I had my first kiss in the front yard.
I learned how to cook in that kitchen. I cleaned floors, washed windows and woodwork many times. I was a third of six children and there was always work to be done.
We did have some fun times. I remember mother ironing in the dining room while my sister, Viola, and I played paper dolls at the dining room table. There was a time when mom played jacks with us on our small front porch because it was the only place we had to bounce a ball.
I remember a huge garden in the back yard, and a clothesline that mother always hung out the washing; that's not how we say that today. Today we call it "laundry."
I remember the old Out House known to some as the outside toilet. I remember climbing up on top of the Out House to listen to the local drive-in movie theater close by, but we lived just far enough away that we could not see the screen. I remember daddy installing our first and only bathroom plumbing.
When I was growing up we walked almost everywhere. I never road a bus until I was in my teens. I remember only reading about milk shakes, malts, sundaes, and soda. I was 13 when I tasted my first milk shake. What memories in the soda shop!
I remember when I walked two blocks from home to our church for Vacation Bible School. Oh, how I loved church, and oh, how I loved Jesus. I was 10 years old when I asked Jesus to come into my heart at Vacation Bible School. I was so happy that I had to hurry home to tell mother what I did! I remember as I walked home with my siblings I could feel the dirt on the road going between my toes. You see, when we were not in school - when it was summer time, we always went barefooted. That dirt felt real cool to my feet that day as I hurried home to tell Mother "I asked Jesus into my heart!"
I had my one and only birthday party in that homeplace; my 16th birthday.
I was married in that house. That was very special to me.
I had my first childbirth labor pains there. I had my second and third childbirth labor pains there. My fourth and final childbirth labor pains was when my husband and I purchased our first little home to raise our four wonderful children.
A lot of firsts! Yes, I remember when . . . I could go on for days, maybe even years. Most of all, as I look back I'm thankful for the grace of God in my life in the good times and bad.
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